#or make the last of it an epilogue

[wispscribbles]

So far, I have written 7000 words for “No Rest for the Wicked” chapter 14, and it’s only a little over halfway into the plot I’ve planned. It would appear that I underestimated the amount of story in my story

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2009 Abu Dhabi Grand Prix - Sebastian Vettel(ft. Mark Webber & Jenson Button)

[hairmetal666]

Steddie Notes BONUS PART

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7)

Eddie wakes up to an empty bed. He’s a little surprised, honestly, since he had his heart set on first anniversary morning sex. Though, based on the smells wafting through their apartment, Steve’s making breakfast, which is an acceptable alternative (plus, if he has it his way, they aren’t leaving the bed again today).

The digital alarm clock on his bedside table is obscured by a Composition Book he doesn’t remember bringing to bed. He reaches for it before his brain registers the red ink dragon sketched on the cover. His hands tremble as he flips it open, but the first few pages are written in his own scrawl. Steve’s handwriting doesn’t appear until 10 pages in and Eddie’s heart stutters at the sight.

March 28, 1986

God, Eddie, I’m so sorry. So, so fucking sorry. I can’t— I’m sorry. I should have been there, I should’ve protected you, I should’ve kept you safe. 

You wouldn’t be part of this if it weren’t for me. Robin and Dustin keep telling me that's not true, that Chrissy was already cursed but. Robin is here because of me. Erica-fucking Sinclair is here because of me. And now you. And you’re dying. And it’s my fault. 

I don’t even know what I’m doing right now, but I can’t just sit and wait, I’d lose my mind. Anyway. You left this notebook in my trunk, and I hope you don’t mind that I’m using it. 

I don’t think I’ve ever been this terrified in my life, Eds.

Please don’t die on me. I can’t live in this world without you. 

March 29, 1986

Hey Eds

You made it through the night. I can’t fucking believe it. I ripped Robin’s shirt when the doctor came in to tell us that you were out of surgery and stable, and then he dropped the bomb that your chance of surviving the night was 40%. Forty-fucking-percent. I guess you beat the odds, babylove.

I’m with Uncle Wayne at your bedside. He threw a fit to make sure I could be here whenever I wanted, and that everyone could visit.

You’ve missed some wild shit, Munson, you’re going to be so mad when you wake up. 

Come back to me, sweet boy. I can’t take this.

March 30, 1986

Made it through a second night, babe. 

I hope you wake up soon. 

Miss you like crazy. 

I keep looking at you in this hospital bed, and you look so fucking small. I hate it. You’re the loudest voice in the room. You don’t just take up space, you demand it. It’s killing me that I haven’t heard your voice in days. And my brain, it keeps filling in things you would say, and I wait for you to speak up, but of course you don’t. It’s a kick to the balls every single time. 

The thing is. 

The thing is that I need you to wake up, Eddie. You can’t leave me. I made up my mind a long time ago, we’re spending our lives together. And it can’t fucking end now. It can’t end because of this. 

And I need you to open your goddamn beautiful eyes so I can tell you how much I love you. You don’t get to go before you hear me say it, do you understand?

I love you. You’re it for me. I’ve never wanted a forever as much as I want one with you. So, you have to wake up, yeah? You have to wake up so we can grow up, have a family, have a life together. 

Promise you won’t leave me, Eds.

March 31, 1986

You woke up, you motherfucker. The doctors kicked me out to look you over and I cried so hard in the bathroom that Robin made El break down the door with her powers. 

Thank you for coming back. I won’t ever let you go again.

April 7, 1987

I’m sure you’re wondering why I’m giving this to you, babylove. It’s been a year. Look how far we’ve come. 

✏️✏️✏️✏️

September 18, 2015

It’s way too fucking early for Eddie to even be awake and he has the day off. Steve asked him to take vacation months ago, didn’t say why, and now that fucker has the audacity to not even be in the house. And like, sure, they’ve been together for close to thirty years, and Eddie knows that Steve goes for a run at the ass crack of dawn.

Still pisses him off, though. 

Eddie huffs down to the kitchen to get coffee started, doing a double take when he sees a familiar black Composition Book with red dragon on the cover. 

He walks towards it slowly because this has been framed on the wall since their first anniversary, way back in ’87, and Steve isn’t home.

Eddie opens it, re-reads the panicked, lovesick notes Steve wrote in the hospital, doesn't bother to fight back the tears. He gets to the last letter and the paper is stiff and wrinkled, like it took water damage. Eddie flips the page, grief already pumping through his veins.

What he sees instead is college-ruled notebook paper, glued in place. It reads:

“I fucking hate this class.”

“Tell me about it.”

“trig. You?”

“Algebra 2 :(” 

A sound escapes his mouth, something between a laugh and a sob.

“Hey man, I'm pretty sure I fucked things up with us, and I owe you an apology. I've always known who you were, but you had no idea I was me...”

“Anyone ever tell you you’re kind of beautiful, Munson?”

“Watch. The. Movie. This is the last time we get high first if this is how you behave.”

 “What are you gonna win me at the fair, Harrington?” 

 “If you’re nice to me, probably something cute.” 

“Eddie…I think I really like you

You’re my favorite person in the entire world

Some days you’re the only thing I can think about

I want to wake up in bed with you everyday

I can’t stop thinking about what it would be like to kiss you

Do you like me? Yes or No”

“What are you doing about Hellfire?”

“Huh?”

“If the game is Friday. Lucas can’t do both.”

“He made his choice.”

“You ever been in love?”

No, but I think I’m falling”

“I love you, Eddie”

All the sketches of the sailor boy and the rockstar are there, even the one Eddie stuck to the poster in his room, though how Steve managed to get that is anyone’s guess.

There are pictures too, Eddie and Max still recuperating in the hospital; Corroded Coffin performing at the Hideout; them holding the keys to the bar, Steve shirtless and hammering something while Eddie looks on, with the increasingly popular bands Eddie booked to play their must-see Friday night slots; Steve on his first day of college and one of him jumping into Eddie’s arms in his graduation gown, mortar board slipping off his head; In the hospital cradling their twin girls with Max giving a weary thumbs-up between them. Shot after shot of their family, their life, their dreams coming true. A scrapbook of their lives together, big moments and small; good and bad. 

Eddie’s crying freely as he flips through the rest of the book, still fucking astounded that Steve is the love of his life, that they’re making a forever together.

Eddie flips to the last page. Stops dead. 

In Steve’s looped handwriting, unchanged since high school, it says:

“Eddie, 

         Will you marry me?”

“What the fuck?” He yelps, standing up fast enough that his chair crashes to the floor. 

He turns and Steve— his reason for being, the man that brought him back from the dead—Steve Harrington, is down on one knee, something silver glinting in his outstretched hand.

“Eddie,” he says, his voice a wreck. “Marry me?” 

Eddie crashes to his knees, shoving at Steve’s shoulder. “You’re such an idiot.”

Steve laughs. “Is that a yes?”

Eddie laughs too, but it quickly morphs into a sob, “Of course it’s a yes, Steve. Of course.”

Hands trembling, Steve slips the ring onto Eddie’s hand. It’s a thin silver band with skeletal hands contorted into an infinity symbol. 

They fall into a kiss that rips the breath from Eddie’s lungs, but then that’s nothing new. When they finally pull apart Eddie asks, “why today?”

Steve blushes and grabs at the back of his neck. “Thirty-one years ago, I walked into Mundy’s class and found a note on the window ledge.” 

“What the fuck.” Eddie’s mouth drops, his heart stuttering. This man.

“Once I figured out you leaving that note was going to be one of the most important moments of my life? I made sure to never forget.”

“Baby.” Eddie pulls Steve in for another kiss. “I can’t wait to marry you.”

Steve tugs at Eddie’s hand. “C’mon.”

“Where we going?” 

“The girls will be here in a couple hours, and I have some things I want to do to you before they’re home.”

“The GIRLS?” Eddie shrieks. “How the hell long have you been planning this? Did they KNOW?”

“Since the end of June,” Steve answers without missing a beat. “And of course they know. Everyone knows. I asked Wayne for his blessing.” 

Eddie can’t speak, his heart crashing in his chest as he, once again, thanks whatever entity made it possible for him to have this.

“I’ve been in love with you for over half my life, Eds. I wanted to do this right. You deserve it. We deserve it.” 

He pulls Steve into his arms, kissing him hard enough that their teeth clack, but neither of them care.

✏️✏️✏️✏️

When they come home from dinner, as Steve reaches in his pocket for his keys to let the entire family in the house to celebrate their engagement, he finds a gum wrapper tucked in with the metal. He unfolds it, the words within unfurling in his heart, his soul.

"Thank you for giving me forever, sweetheart."

Edited: check out the full version on ao3!

This is officially the end! I hope you enjoyed this little (long) bonus part. Thanks for reading! 💜💜💜

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[blamemma]

every piece of you - max/daniel (15,841 words)

Daniel is so vibrant and loud and joyful, his tail only adds to that, it fits him perfectly. Max has imagined so many iterations of it, but he never thought it could be like this. He thinks that Daniel should get to be like this all the time if he wanted to be.

graphics by @yesloulou x

[optiwashere]

My friend's GPU replacement he sent arrived. So, naturally, my first task was to do what any rational person would do and I opened up the 'ole epilogue.

Also, it's been a while and I needed some warm vibes.

But on a fun note the size difference of it all always brings me joy. Though in the first shot Shadowheart looks like she's about to fucking square up and fight the first person she sees lmao.

[walmart-miku]

ORV rereading liveblog chapters: 5-6 (beginning of episode 2)

Warning: This post contains MAJOR spoilers under the cut, proceed with caution if that's not your thing (I'm talking massive spoilers here, things that get revealed near or at the end of orv)

Orv and flipping roles example 1

Shut up Kim Dokja and thank you for living

WARNING SPOILERS

*breathes in* Lee Gilyoung my bby boy. Kim Dokja you're soon going to learn that Lee Gilyoung was passive not only because he was afraid but also because he didn't care what happened to his "mom" (*cough cough* his aunt *cough cough*)

WHEN THE PARALLELS PARALLEL

I think Kim Dokja just sees himself in Lee Gilyoung here because of the ✨️traumatic experience of watching a person die in front of you (whose death you may or may not have caused by either actively killing them or just letting them die)✨️ :D

But like seriously. I love how on some subconscious level Kim Dokja saw his small little self (who was prob around Lee Gilyoung's age) that had just killed his father and decided that he would not let the kid go through it alone like he did.

O U G H WHEN THE PARALLELS PARALLEL (if yknow yknow)

[eskawrites]

oh hi, can i interest you in the penultimate chapter of you're not much, goodness knows

Robin wants to give her space. She wants to fall to her knees and beg for forgiveness. She wants to wrap her arms around Nancy and tell her she’ll cradle all her sharp little pieces if she ever feels like shattering for a while. But she doesn’t know how to do that—any of it—so she sits beside Nancy, and she ignores when Steve or Dustin or Erica tell her she needs rest so her ribs can heal, and she watches the side of Nancy’s face instead of looking at Karen lying in her bed. And she pretends like she’s strong enough to hold on, for just a little while longer.

[ajdrawshq]

Hey so after an intense amount of fishing and banana peels I decided to play the epilogue as a palette cleanser and discovered the island might be back now?? So ty for sending me on a fishing journey bc I would've never noticed.

The reason i say this btw is bc if you don't point out the dialogue during a loop to the daydreamer about her sister, she just seems to think hard during the party b4 returning to daydreaming. HOWEVER, if you did she asks the elder if she had one. The elder says she doesn't think so but her memory isn't what it used to be and asks her why to which she says she dreamed of one. She then describes her sister and the elder interrupts saying that the sister would say she'd travel the world and see every country on earth. When the daydreamer says thats exactly what she said in the dream and asks how she knew. The elder says she's not sure but I can see you having one, that they can imagine it vividly which makes the daydreamer happy. AND NOTHING SUDDENLY GLITCHED! THE UNIVERSE DIDNT REWRITE THEIR CONVERSATION!!?? So yeah ty for sending me on a fishing quest!

OH YEAH!! i got that during my first playthrough, i didnt know it was missable tbh :0

im not sure if id take it as confirmation that the island has fully returned, since the daydreamers memory (and the elders memory, who knows if its old age or the other thing) of her sister is still a bit off, but theres possibly something going on here thats.. more lenient ? about peoples memories and perceptions regarding it and/or connections to it. either that or that conversation was indirect enough that it didnt require being rewritten.. idk!! shits weird!!

the situation w the island and its very (non)existence is honestly super interesting to me bc its like. its not completely, physically gone, is it? during act 4 after beating the king if you have sif look outside towards the sun, they can see it - if only briefly, since they stop themself before the universe has the chance to. so its. still there?? but what happened to everyone else who lived there, besides the few we know about? the daydreamers sister didnt just cease to exist, did she? sif had parents, and other people they knew there, what happened to them? are all the former residents end up just.. wandering around random areas unable to remember anything, like the king? did some actually disappear? but theres still physical proof of it in written form, so thats unlikely.. probably.. but the land itself is still there, somehow, so.. ?????????????

didnt mean to get into all that here cksbksjs anyway ur welcome!! :] its so fun to find new things in this game theres SO much stuff hidden away that u dont even think to look for, especially when its by accident!! what a game .........

[si1v3rtr33s]

imagine being chūya's parents. your five-year-old son, a stubborn kid with a heart of gold who protects his loved ones, has been missing for days, weeks. one final knock on the door gives you hope, but the kind black-haired detective whose been investigating has a solemn look on his face.

he shakes his head as he quietly states, "i'm sorry, mr. kashimura, mrs. kashimura. we haven't found any leads on your chūya. there isn't a clue to be found."

it's been fifteen years now. your precious boy would be twenty as of last month. he's been assumed dead for fourteen years. fuku, sitting out on the front porch, calls back to her husband as she sees someone drive by on a hot pink motorcycle.

"kensuke, did you see them? that motorcycle... do you think chūya would have liked that sort of thing?"

he chuckles with a sad nod of his head. "he was always getting into trouble. i could see him joining a gang and rising the ranks just for his kindness."

she smiles and nods. "maybe he would have."

[detonatethegemapples]

One more day!! Technically less than but you get the idea..

I am so excited for the Magolor Epilogue (～￣▽￣)～

This countdown was super fun to do! I'm actually surprised I managed to finish it.. not sure if I'm going to get anything done for the released date but I've offered 7 days of Magolor already, I think I can rest now (❁´◡`❁)

Day 2

Day 3

Day 4

Day 5

Day 6

Day 7

[pinkytoothlesso11]

Through the Veil: Trollhunters Halloween special

With Toby left behind dead, along with Mary and Eli, and the teens safe, as well as Jim adjusting to his new arm, Strickler is questioned. And they receive some surprising answers.

A plan is put into action to save Barbara, but the kids have a issue with the method.

Barbara and Walter have their long awaited talk.

[sualne]

Quick question: on a scale of happy to disaster, how is crocodile going to end up by the end?

im not sure yet! it'll be in the bittersweet territory but which kind exactly i havent decided yet.

[mxdotpng]

i love how the pocket watch is not just a symbol for yoo jonghyuk, but for kim dokja as well. yes, he did originally make it with the intention of giving it to yoo jonghyuk, in the hopes that it would help him realize his time was here, in the present, too. but i think when he found it in the hospital bed again it became something of his own, too. a weight to remind him of what this world was, and who was in it.

[thepictureofsdr]

out of all the things thomas could’ve buried, he chose leave behind the life where he didn’t have alastair.

[belligerentbagel]

take this sinking boat and point it home  we've still got time  raise your hopeful voice, you have a choice  you've made it now 

widojest 4: after the end 🍎

[bumblepuppy]

I agree that bury your gays is a bad trope but I can't say I'm thrilled with how many undead gay romance novels have ended with 'jk they're not dead anymore!' like GEEZ sometimes I just want the tragedy of knowing your lover has to go someday!!!